Ok but I love the idea of John having taught the boys morsecode (bc he learned it the military) and Sam and Dean gently tabbing things out on each other while cuddled a bit a too close in the back of the impala so they can have sercet little chats without John listening or finding love notes they've passed back and forth

There were a lot of things Sam expected his first kiss to be. Absolutely wonderful, set up in the perfect moment and like something out of a dream. Maybe messy, inexperienced, because he wouldn’t have a goddamn clue what he’s doing. He had the whole scene set up in his mind; some pretty girl, maybe even a guy. The two of them alone and talking and smiling and laughing, and then he’d lean in. He’d brush the hair back from the person’s eyes (if it’s long enough), or, if not, he’d figure something else out. Maybe a hand on a jaw, a thigh. Fingers laced together or brushing against the hem of a shirt. But even with all the dreaming, all the imagining and the wishing and the thinking, there was one thing Sam never would have expected his first kiss to be.